So, I am finally back to writing. I have missed it so much and I'm sorry to keep everyone waiting for updates on my other stories. Have no fear; I will be updating very soon.

But I figured while you were waiting you could read this Bones story. I was going through my files on the computer and I found this story; two chapters worth. It was written while I was first getting involved with Bones and I guess I didn't like it because I changed the story line and that's why this chapter and the next chapter are the same as my other fic, You and Me. I'm changing it after the second chapter to something more interesting and I'm not sure if I will end up finishing You and Me.

I'm not sure exactly where I was going with this story before, so things are likely to change. Any ideas, feel free to message or comment.

Okay, enjoy!

"Do we really have to do this?"

"Well, yeah. Of course. Dr. Sweets asked us too. And you don't want him to split us up do you?" Dr Temperance Brennan said, approaching a door. "Besides it's at a bar, one of your favorite places."

"That is not true," Agent Seeley Booth protested, holding the door open for them to slip inside.

Dr. Lance Sweets, their therapist, had requested them to go on a "date," to see how well they interacted when it wasn't work related. Sweets, as Booth called him, was convinced that they harbored feelings for each other. But for now, he was happy with their playful banter.

They picked their way through the crowd and plopped onto two seats at the bar.

"A beer please," Brennan asked the bartender.

"Make that two," Booth added. He turned to Brennan. "I never pegged you as a beer girl, Bones." He took a big gulp of beer when the bartender placed it in front of him.

Brennan took an equally large sip. "Appearance isn't everything you know."

"Yeah, sure Bones," Booth snickered and Brennan glared.

There was a pause. It grew longer, till it became uncomfortable.

"Well, this is awkward," Booth said, stating the obvious.

"You're right, we shouldn't do this," Brennan said, making a move to get up.

"Wait, Bones," Booth said, placing a hand on her arm to stop her.

She stopped in surprise but she lowered herself back onto the seat.

Booth thought quickly for something to keep her there. Not that he would admit it, he liked spending time with Bones.

A slow song played over the speakers. "Oh, I have an idea," he said. He drank the rest of his beer and jumped off his stool. "Let's go Bones."

"Wha-, hey I wasn't finished with that!" she exclaimed as Booth took the bottle out of her hand. He slipped his hand into hers and pulled her to her feet. "What is this about Booth?" she asked, confused, but she didn't take her hand away from his.

He led her to the dance floor, and she gave him a skeptic look. Before she could say anything, he took her other hand, intertwining their fingers.

He met her gaze. "Dance with me," he whispered.

"Booth, I'm not really the most coordinated person…" She stopped when he slipped his arms around her waist. "Okay," she agreed quietly, hoping that he didn't notice how breathless she was.

She placed her arms around his neck. She felt unsure of her movements, but she felt comfortable with Booth, like this was just right. She laid her head on his chest and sighed.

It was a beautiful song. They swayed to the music, and Booth even had her spin a slow turn.

She smiled up at him, and he gazed down at her, trying to gauge what she was feeling. With Bones, it was always hard to tell.

All he was aware of was her in his arms, how she fit perfectly. She was so beautiful with her eyes shining and she was glowing in the dim light.

The whole time they were dancing, they inched closer to each other.

The song ended, but they stayed the way they were.

Booth leaned his head down, while Brennan tilted her head up.

She smelled the beer on his breath and his lips looked enticing. Once they did this, there was no going back.

Just as he was about to press his mouth to hers, behind the bar was a crackling sound.

Booth whipped his head up, and his mouth dropped open. Then his instincts kicked in.

"Temperance, get down!" Booth yelled, discarding her nickname in the serious situation.

He dove over her just as an explosion rocked the building.